Pages remain blank, untouched by ink,
Stories untold, emotions that sink.
Words that choked back, trapped in fear's tight hold,
A love unspoken, leaving hearts cold.
Chapters dreamt, but never penned,
Of whispered secrets, where futures blend.
Now dusty memories linger in the air,
Ghosts of what could have been, a silent prayer.
Can these chapters still find their voice?
Echoes of desires, given a choice?
Or will they forever reside unseen,
Lost in the pages of what might have been?
The pen trembles, hesitant and shy,
But even whispers can paint the sky.
For stories unfurled, though late they may bloom,
Can heal the heart, and rewrite its doom.
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a broken heart
I write poems to express my feelings since 2020... and now I'm going to start posting them! Love you all :)
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